i want what i want...
My intestines sweat with anxiety and anticipation of what is entirely in my head.
My throat closes and swells in order to save face from any escaping sounds wishing to indulge upon this facade, teetering on the brink of irrevocable fallibility.
My mouth dries and tastes of rubber. An unwanted sign of such things to be false.
How I hate this tepid state.
How I miss my disillusionment; safe and secure.
L.I.W.Y.T.L.M.
My throat closes and swells in order to save face from any escaping sounds wishing to indulge upon this facade, teetering on the brink of irrevocable fallibility.
My mouth dries and tastes of rubber. An unwanted sign of such things to be false.
How I hate this tepid state.
How I miss my disillusionment; safe and secure.
L.I.W.Y.T.L.M.